prologue:

He's my happy baby with vodka- eyes.

He's wearing baby blue.

Sometimes when his world is spinning

mine spins a little too.

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At the teen house party,

he's the king

leading the drunken conga.

Some lamps are broken,

The parents won't be pleased

but it's worth it to see

everybody happy like this.

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I watch my sexy baby blue

dancing with every girl

(and boy).

He's got a red face

and vodka-eyes that don't quite focus

but his smile is glowing.

And I swear,

even when he kisses me,

it doesn't stop for a moment.

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In the morning,

when we all have heads like stones,

he's still dancing

and knocking back an 'Irish' tea.

And he still has his blurry vodka-eyes

but there's also traces of tears

that tasted forty percent.

-fine-